Page 64 of Hat Trick

“Your deal?” he promptsagain.

Dammit, I’drememberit if he wasn’t doing all that warming-upbusiness.

Not that I’m really complaining because Marshall has magical hands and a mouth that’s equally asmagical.

“Fantasy kisses,” I finally stutter out when he thrusts two fingers inside me, just the way I’d once shown him I like it. “You had your fantasy first kiss . . . I want . . . oh my God, Marshall,yes.”

He pushes me over the edge, chuckling against me when I tug on his hair and shout his name at the top of mylungs.

I just . . . did wereally. . .

I shake my head, trying to clear it. “I think I have afever.”

With a sexy laugh, Marshall gives me one last swipe of his tongue before straightening to his full height. “You don’t have a fever,Gwen.”

“I’m seeingstars.”

He winks at me playfully. “I’ll take responsibility for thatone.”

“My legs are like Jell-O.”

“Be glad we don’t have any blueberry piearound.”

We burst into laughter, and I can’t stop myself from stroking his face. He’s got a lingering bruise and a cut lip along the right side of his face. Although it’s faded somewhat, I can’t imagine it felt good when he was on the receiving end. “Rough practice?” Iask.

“What?”

“Your bruise. You guys haven’t had a game since Toronto so I wasthinking. . .”

“Oh.” He grabs my hand and presses a kiss to the center of my palm. “Yeah. Bordeaux got me. Highstick.”

I frown. “Must have been a very highstick.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Marshall’s expression goes blank. “That’s Bordeaux for you. Can’t trust thoseCanadians.”

“Beaumont is Canadian and he’s your bestfriend.”

Marshall touches his forehead to mine. “Like I said, can’t trust those Canadians. Now, come with me. I have something foryou.”

As I follow Marshall, my hand clasped in his, I can’t shake off the worry that he’s not telling me something. I might be riding on the aftereffects of an orgasm, butstill. . .

He twists around and gives me a bright smile. “I missedyou.”

Or maybe I’m just crazy. That smile doesn’t kick off any alarm bells. I smile back. “I missed you,too.”

25

Hunt

Ishould tellGwen everything rightnow.

I slam the oven door a little harder than necessary consideringitwasn’t the one to punch me and fuck up mylife.

“Are you hangry?” Gwen asks from the kitchen island, completely oblivious to my innerturmoil.

How the hell do you tell someone you care about that their entire perception of you is alie?

I visited my publicist today and brought both my agent and lawyer along with me. I’m not an idiot. If shit hits the roof with Dave, my career would be over if the Blades had no idea what was goingon.

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